Hello! Blu Wynd Faerie here! This is a little, very short romance story about Serena and Darien. I really hope you like it because I worked pretty hard on it! It's supposed to take place in R when Darien is having those freakish dreams . . . you're all smart enough to figure it out. Disclaimer - Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me, and no matter how much I pray it never will be. The wonderful Naoko Takeuchi owns Sailor Moon (c) 1992 so let's have a hand for Naoko! Yeah! (plaudits) Well, here's my story, "Rose Petal in the Wind." Hope you like it! C ya! Blu Wynd Faerie ______________________________________________________________________________ "Rose Petal in the Wind" written and edited by Blu Wynd Faerie, 2000 rated G for everyone The young blonde sat on the stage of the theater, a small theater at the far end of town. The girl was a beautiful girl. Her hair was up in the oddest of styles - part of the golden locks was up in two buns, the rest cascaded down her back like some sort of waterfall. Her eyes were the brightest of blues, like the sky on a sunny day. Her dress was a sun dress, blue and rather short. Her high heels were white, like the floor. The girl sat on a jet black piano, her legs crossed, her face sad. Though her beauty was astounding, her face reflected deep grief. One could only wonder what had reduced her to such an awful, pitiful state. The pianist, a girl with raven hair and purple eyes in a white gown, smiled as she received her cue. The music started, a sad, haunting melody. The crowd quieted in order to hear the girl. Her voice was sad and lingering in the air, like some sort of ghost - no, like an angel. She looked up at the crowd as she sang, tears running down her face: "You were there for me When I was hurt and lost You held my hand through darkness And through shadows. But now I am astray Because you left my side Because you vanished like A rose petal in the wind." As she sang these last words, her face lit up a small bit, and she smiled, as if she had finally remembered something she had long ago forgotten. Her face seemed not to be on the crowd; it seemed to not be on anything. A flutist, a brunette with green eyes, joined in the pianist as she went on: "Without you I am nothing I have no purpose now I have lost all meaning Like an unwritten book I remember all the happy times We shared together But this is all now gone like A rose petal in the wind." Her face grew sad and anguished again. Her hands, before crossed on her lap, now came to rest to her sides, palms pressing against the black shining material. She pushed off the piano to stand before it, hands clasped at her chest. The two other musicians were joined by a girl with blue hair and bluer eyes, who rested a violin on her shoulder. The singer, desperation in her voice, began to sing once more: "Where have you gone like a Rose petal in the wind? Where are the good times, The laughter and the joy?" The singer smiled broadly at the remembrance of her love, at the remembrance of what they had shared together. She still had salty wet tears running down her cheeks. Then a blond girl with her hair in a red bow strummed her guitar, joining in the other three. The singer stepped forward, closer to the edge of the stage and sang out: "What can I do To get you back to me, Back into my arms, Back to where you belong? You live in me, In my heart you will be Even if you're soaring far away, A rose petal in the wind." Her voice deepened in these last words. From behind her on the piano she picked up a rose, whiter than snow. She pulled off a petal, and she held it delicately in her hand as the music grew softer, than harsher and louder. She blew the petal into the crowd. "Rose petal in the wind!" The singer fell to her knees desperately, her voice clear and ringing in the air like a prophecy. She clutched the rose in her hands like a child holding to her dearest toy, despite the thorns that bit into her slender white palms. "Rose petal in the wind!" She was almost going to burst out in tears. She met her eyes with a dark haired man in the crowd with eyes almost identical to her own, full of hurt and interminable pain. The music softened gradually. She took the rose in one hand, the other dripping red blood down on the immaculate white floor. Then she held the rose high and released it with care, letting it fly from her hands in the breeze that came from the windows. The rose landed in the man's hands. He stared at it as it landed in his palms, then he looked up into her eyes as she sang those last five words of the song: "Roses petal in the wind." Her last words echoed like as if she were in an empty building, though the room she was in was full of silent, watching, captivated people. They slowly began to clap, awed by her emotion and the feeling she sang the song with, as if she were truly in such dire pain and misery. And she was. Her eyes caught and held the eyes of the man, who stood their watching her, tears running down his cheeks as well. Then she blinked and smiled at him. She stood from the floor where she had been kneeling and waved to the audience. "Thank you all for coming," she said quietly, but none heard her for they were too busy cheering. She blushed and she looked at the floor in embarrassment. The singer glanced up at the man who held the rose. "I love you," she mouthed. The man looked at her and he tried not to smile at her. But he couldn't stop it. He could feel her pain, he could feel everything she had gone through. He could feel her total, raw, emotions. He smiled at her faintly. The crowds cleared, and they smiled at each other through it all, salty wetness running down the girl's cheek. As soon as everyone was gone, the musicians as well, the man walked up to the girl, climbing the stairs to the stage to stand before her. He then pulled one single white rose petal from the rose and he handed it to her. "Your rose petal has come back to you," he said quietly. She broke down into his arms and cried happily. _____________________________________________________________________________ Well? Did you like it? I did! The song Serena sings in it is not a real song. I made it up, so don't go looking for it at Sam Goody or something. Please e-mail me with praises (and put-downs). I need them to figure out what to do with my next story! Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it! Blu Wynd Faerie www.bluwyndfaerie@hotmail.com